Crooked Tree

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Two trees in the forest, one was crooked, one was straight. 
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Crimson bark and emerald needles, growing day by day. 
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And though they looked so different, they enjoyed the rain the same, 
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side by   side. 

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Chickadee had told them of a darkness on the land. 
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Spinning blades that came to visit, carried by a man. 
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And every other tree would see them cut down where they stand, 
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by   and by. 

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Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine. 
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They're left to grow, wild and   free. Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree.

Break 
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The perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill. 
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They turned them into toothpicks and twenty dollar bills. 
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It seem the more that people took, the more they needed still, 
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in   the end. 

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The crooked trees were left there, after all the work was done. 
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Now they go for weeks and never witness anyone. 
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No one left to tell them, if they're growing right or wrong, 
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but the whispering wind. 

              Em             C          G                   D 
Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine. 
                Em             C               G           D*      G 
They're left to grow, wild and   free. Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree. 

Break 
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People say I'm different, and my way of life seems strange. 
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I took the road less travelled, twists and turns along the way. 
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But like the crooked tree, I'm growing stronger day by day 
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as the clouds roll by. 
 
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A river never wonders, why it flows around the bend. 
  Em                                 Em 
A mountain doesn't questions, how it grows up from the land. 
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So, who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am, 
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who am I. 

              Em             C          G                   D 
Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine. 
                Em             C               G           D*      Em 
They're left to grow, wild and   free. Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree. 

Outro 
  C                  G                   D 
A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine. 
                Em             C               G           D*      G 
They're left to grow, wild and   free. Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree. 
    G           D*     (G) 
I'd rather be a crooked tree... 

Outro 1 
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Outro 2 (Fading Out) 
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